i have bizarre dreams that i remember in almost exact detail. kait and maggie, who have both been my bedmates on different occasions, can testify of this and have endured countless early morning retellings with more patience than i deserve (bless their souls). my dreams are so fluid and vivid that they seem to form a single flowing narrative from one night to the next, with entirely fictional settings and scenarios that i return to time and time again. in my digital anthropology class, we spend a great deal of time discussing the various spaces in which we function as individuals and groups. i have come to recognize and accept the subconscious space of my dreams as one of the many realities in which i participate quite frequently. as i lay down and slip into sleep, i let go of one space and enter another in which i have innovative experiences and creatively recontextualize the world around me. it is a strange and unique feeling to see, hear, touch, or feel something in a dream that i recognize, not from my actual existence, but rather from another dream that i had months or years ago. to return to and visit a place that i created in a dream as a 10-year-old.
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